Little Foster

Me: Yes, I am writing a book.
Katherine: With Colby Rook. *pause* *giggle* That rhymed!
Me: RookBook.
Chris: *sighs and rolls eyes* Aww... Shanan ... *disappointed look*
Me: Hang on, I'm trying to think of a witty rhyme for Kan.

Several minutes later.

Me: KanYarn!
All: *giggle girlishly*

***

Me: *complaining*
Chris: Can you feel the empathy emanating from me?
Me: I can feel my own self-pity reflecting back off you and hitting me...
Katherine: I can see it! *points at Chris* Blue and *points at me* yellow!
Me: ... Is that a remark about my skin colour? Racist.

Several minutes later.

Katherine: I wish I could speak a different language.
Me: I can!
Katherine: *sarcastically* Really? I never would've guessed.
Chris: *chuckle*
Me: Is that a racial remark? Just because I look asian doesn't mean I speak asia- Chinese!
Katherine: *burst out laughing*

***

Katherine: My parents got a foster child. Courtney - she bites.

Several minutes later.

Me: And it has to grow up with you. Poor little Foster.
Katherine: *Jumping in to correct me.*
Me: I've forgotten the bastard child's name. I'll refer to it as Foster from now on.